"Sorry. Of course, I'll go down on you. But..." I wasn't sure what I was going to say next."You're in no position to negotiate." She was right about t...at. She'd made up her mind long before she'd gotten home. I was caught completely off guard and a little stupid from the heat. "One more time: Do you want to go down on me or not?" Yes." Good answer." She stroked my face again. "First, you need to shave. Do a good job. I don't want to feel any stubble on my thighs. If I do, no pussy for you."I. Then opening her lips, she engulfed D?irein one swift, firm swallow. She felt him jump slightly, then relax; his handcame off the wheel and pushes her head down firmly, pushing the stiff jut ofhis erection further down her throat. Gagging reflexively, she forced herselfto relax until her throat softened and accepted the thick, moist treat beingoffered. His cock tasted tart and slightlyastringent, a pongy sharp taste that filled her nose and engulfed her senses. Unconsciously she groaned, then. I heard the sound of anklets and knew it was her. She placed a bottle of water by my bedside and gently closed the door. I lay like that naked. Might she have heard what I said? God. I don’t know, but I remembered the sound of the anklets, I imagined her beautiful feet, I dreamed of licking her sole clean and clear, sucking her toes one by one. I imagined my mother rubbing her heel along my penis, just imagining her toes on my cock gave me an intense orgasm. I wetted my boxers. I took the. He put down the bags and handed me the key. A big sign over the door said, “Honeymoon Cabin.” I opened the door; daddy picked me up, and carried me into the cabin. He put me down on the biggest bed I’ve ever seen. He went and got the bags and brought them in, and put them on the luggage racks. There was a box, wrapped up with white paper and a big pink bow. I wanted to rip it open, but dad quickly put it under his suitcase.“That’s for later,” He said.“Misty, why don’t you go shower first,.